We look to the same sky

We look to the same blue sky
With our different hued eyes
Seeking out our dreams
And our basic human needs

We swim in the same sea
Like fishes on the reef
A lost lonely island
And here we all stand

Earth floats in space
Hearts meet in grace
I will hold your hand
You and I will understand

And while those who bicker, bicker
The wise gets younger and younger
The children, in all innocence
Embrace all differences...

Listen to their laughter...

Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

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Written for Thursday Think Tank over at Poets United

Have you been to the Willow Ball?

Ayu in Palmyra



Caravan city Palmyra
Older than the Book of Kings
Built by the prophet

In the desert
The city hovered
Upon clouds of sand

Hadrian, Zenobia
Khalid ibn Walid and civil wars
Shaped rule over Palmyra

Ayu from Aurea Chersonese
Captures the ruins
In perfect light

Centuries later...
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An old friend from school, Ayu was in Syria in September
And her photos (these are from Wikipedia) inspired this poem...

The tortured and tragic hero Raistlin


Young Raistlin, surrounded by love
Half-elven Tanis, woe-begone
Sister Kitiara and twin Caramon
At the Inn Of the Last Home

Black robed Raistlin, tortured by love
To save Krynn, he walked the path chosen
Magic alone deserved his devotion
His hourglass eyes, cursed by Par-Salian

All powerful Raistlin, denied all love
Even one of the white robed clerics
Crysania - together they entered the Abyss
To challenge the Dark Queen, Takhisis


Triumphant Raistlin, only truth and love
Convinced him, he'd be a god without Krynn
He gave it up, thus ended the life of Raistlin
He, who stopped the reign of the Queen

In death, redeemed by Paladine
Raistlin is now home at the Inn.


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A tribute to one of my favourite tragic heroes for One Shot Wednesday.

I haven't read the Dragonlance series for years though the books are shelved and dusted faithfully. Time for a good read in my favourite corner.

Remember The Time



Remember the time
Egyptian gods
Lived upon the Nile

Bees wax cones
Scented the night
Til dawn

Remember the times
Before ours
Ancient.

Unforgettable.


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This is a magpie tale. This week, I came up with two poems. For the first offering, check here.

By the way, are you attending the Willow Ball? I am getting ready here!

CYBER EVENT OF THE YEAR FOR POETS

The Willow Ball adventure...

I arrived in style
with the angelic
Leonard Whiting
and
the dashing and dreamy
Joseph Fiennes

Expect an evening of pure enchantment
elegant and witty repartees
courtesy of the hostess of the year, Willow


I love the Oriental cheongsam
and have chosen a divine black cheongsam for tonight

I am sure Coco Chanel would approve of my simple elegance.

I had such a wonderful time. Willow was absolutely the charming hostess making sure everyone felt welcome. I met Patience, Babs, Mary, Kristen, Sherry and got autographs from Hercule Poirot and Fyodor!

The best dress? Yoli's antler crowning glory dress.

Alan Rickman read poetry and Lady Gaga played Papparazi on the baby grand.

Magical.

But now it is time to kiss Leonard and Joseph goodnight at the door
and come home to darling Rudi.

Autumn, Gatineau Park


Image by my good friend, Simon Chook

Maple syrup, blueberry pancakes
Bicycle rides,racing downhill
Our laughter, in rippling wake
Picnics wherever we will

Fishing for river bass
Hooking three inch worms
Gingerly toes did test
Ice cold stream waters

Ashby my grey little kitten
Snug in my knapsack, nose cold
The crisp air had me smitten
Autumn made me bold!

We never met a bear that day
But they are there - or here?
Never run, slowly back away
We were told if bears appeared

My home for five years
And I never realised then
Brilliant red, gold and amber
The true beauty of autumn land!
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Written for Thursday Think Tank over at Poets United
A lovely memory from Autumn 1987

Liquid Gold


Sicilian citrus, lavender
Bulgarian rose, rosemary to remember
Verbena, sandalwood, vetiver
Ylang-ylang and cedar

Love forever...
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Magpile Tales Inspired
Hosted by Willow

Look out for the Willow Ball

The Song of the Princess


Lambang Sari - The Song of The Princess



Hiding from mortal gaze
Swaying to the gentle breeze
Princesses at rest and play
Bewitching music of bamboo reeds

Enchanted garden, their sanctuary
A charmed life of royal proportions
Yet many trapped deep within
Yearning for her heart's desires

The peace of the land their charge
To be presented to her new liege
As bride, with accompanying entourage
With gifts and a silver box of betel leaves

Like a candle in the wind
Giving light, yet burning within

Lambang Sari, gak puteri

Terlindung dari pandangan
Indah gerak tari puteri
Bagai di dalam kayangan
Inilah lagu Lambang Sari

Damai di taman larangan
Nasi di hidang, sanggul di cucuk
Tapi apakan daya impian
Hati sayang diri berkecamuk

Nusantara berbelah bagi
Raja dan Sultan bermuafakat
Puteri ditugaskan pergi
Negeri berdamai, janji terikat

Gak Puteri membakar diri

Comme une bougie

Caché par le regard mortel
Se balançant au vent doux
Princesse au repos et à jouer
Musique comme des roseaux de bambou

Une bougie dans le vent - il est magique
Si clair, mais se brûler ... tragique


Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.
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A submission for One Shot Wednesday

Love In Transit


Sunday best after a lifetime of struggles
Love found, too late to be comfortable
Despite the promise of the moon
To lose all too soon...
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Microfiction Mondays feature the shortest stories in tweetable 140 characters, or even fewer. Hosted weekly by Susan - it's a writers' playground!

Ancient ones - The Storytellers


I am ninotaziz

daughter of abang tik
daughter of chu rahmah
daughter of yang chik
daughter of bebunga

storytellers all

abang tik went to university
loves geography and history
her stories have time and place
rhythm and grace

she has lovely brown eyes

chu rahmah, a strict teacher
and always, loving grandmother
now bedridden, she forgets the stories
at her side, i recite favourite epics

her hazel eyes hold steady gaze

yang chik was a fiery woman
her husband a policeman
she spinned a tale for 3 days
for he went on duty for days

her eyes of grey bewitched him

bebunga's people from across the seas
her mother arrived in a nameless ship
bebunga told the hikayat stories
she left me this legacy of kinship

her purple irides - legendary.

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This is hastily written for the Thursday Think Tank over at Poets United - an exciting place to be

Sorry, I do not have pictures to go with this now. But the visual I chose is how I feel inside,
where my maternal mothers reside.


Dewi Tara dan Samaratungga


Samaratungga's daily struggle
To finish his father's temple
The Merapi in the distance rumbled
Work went on, his loyal people

For the Sailendra, time was running out
His people peace loving, were weakened
The Sanjaya was impatient and proud
They wished to conquer the island

Yet across the islands, in Srivijaya
In Dharmasetu's kingdom
The kraton guarded a lovely flower
Dewi Tara, his beautiful princess

Headstrong and wise was she
Named after the Goddess, a star
She heard of the pious prince
And fell in love with Samaratungga

From Palembang with entourage she traveled
Across the straits, through the island, Java
Messengers raced ahead, and the prince waited
For her to arrive in beautiful Sailendra

It was love at first sight for the two
As he took her hand, she smiled in secret
Sailendra and Srivijaya together ruled
And Sanjaya was forced to remain quiet

For a while...


For my version of the full story, continue here.


Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
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This poem was written specially for Magpie tales - a beautiful place to be

In ancient times, throughout the Nusantara, marriages between the royal houses were the best way to secure alliances. Between Sailendra, Srivijaya, then later Majapahit, Melaka and Langkasuka, princesses and princes travelled back and forth to buy peace. At the same time, culture, language and way of life meshed to create a beautiful heritage.

World Lie Broken



Lie broken in the garden
A terraccota pot of elements
Like the many world problems
Incessant waves of disagreements

A terracota pot of elements
Made whole with glue and sand
Incessant waves of disagreements
You and I can put to an end

Made whole with glue and sand
Beautiful and useful once again
You and I can put to an end
If we put together our hearts, our hands

Do not let all turn to grainy sand...

Tempayan pecah

Tempayan pecah di legar taman
Di tengah panas, di siram hujan
Ancaman dunia, wahai teman
Bertambah kancah, bertambah bentan

Di tengah panas, disiram hujan
Sudah bersepai zaman berzaman
Bertambah kancah, bertambah bentan
Hingga di belai jiwa budiman

Sudah bersepai zaman berzaman
Marilah tampal dan betulkan
Biar dibelai jiwa budiman
Sebelum terlambat, jangan biarkan

Retak seribu jangan biarkan...

Un pot de terre

Fait tout avec du sable et de la colle
Un pot de terre cuite beau à nouveau
Nous pouvons arrêter tous les problèmes
Si nous mettons tout notre cœur, nos mains

Ne le laissez pas trop tard, mon cher
Regardez et voyez la vérité

Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
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Adapted for One Shot Wednesday - an exciting pot-pourri of the best poetry
over at One Shot Poetry

The Window Pane


Magpie#31

I am the owner
of the window pane
Time - I, forever
Snow, haze and rain

Ancient forest majestic
Only to be razed
Failed by druid magic
When Man ceased to be afraid

Cities rose just as strong
Yet war tore them down
Children cried, hunger thronged
Time judged and frowned

Slowly demolition ruled
A world dank and grey
Time looked to the moon
Visions of the forest stayed

From the window pane
The moon and I shared  secrets
Whatever Man throws my way
We are the sanctuary of the sacred...
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The Magpie Tales - a beautiful place to be

Invisible Walls

Invisible walls
Surround one and all -
Inherent nature of man.
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Find other great submissions to Poets United Thursday Think Tank here.

Urashimataro's tale of hopeless love


Urashimataro at sea
Begged the wild turtle
As the waves swooned...

Deliver me!
To my love, good friend
Either way, I am doomed.

Insanity


Leina cheerfully placed her latest copy of Vanity Fair on her breakfast table.

She had just taken a bite of her apple when suddenly ,"Blank."

The smell of the garden and the morning dew escaped from the huge bite she took going deep into her, it smelt like the house of the Seven Dwarves. She looked at the apple as if she was surprised to see how it got there. Absentmindedly, she placed the apple on her magazine. The sunlight bounced off the apple giving it a shiny sheen.

She looked around. Everything was unfamiliar. The windows were too bright and casted long shadows everywhere.

She closed the shutters. The air was chilly.

She said aloud, "I...." then realised, "Who am I?"

Two days later, the apple was still on the table. The door was left unlocked. The shutters were open again. And she had disappeared into the city.

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The Magpie tales, hosted by Willow - a beautiful place to be

The Kiss

Of pure innocence
the oh! so young...
Adam and Shannon

Of jubilance
iconic moment...
Edith had war ended

Of loneliness
among adulation
Marilyn's desolation

Of wanton desire
caught in the moment
Elvis gone forever

Of soulmates
A life time together
Martha, beautiful as ever

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